There was a rainstorm and then I decided to play music. First, I hooked the output of the mixing-board into the input of the computer and recorded. Then, I took the output of the computer and ran it into the board's third channel. I modulated the two sounds. I improvised on a sine tone through the computer. I read what was at the moment my favorite poem. (A poem with apples, which are good for the lungs. It is by Frost.) I read and improvised, then I stopped and put everything back into the computer. Mostly to the left channel I played everything forwards. Mostly to the right channel I played everything backwards.
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March 7, 2005
An electronically processed narration of Robert Frost's poem After Apple-Picking [North of Boston (1914)] set against an improvised wash of ambient noise.